Chu Yao stepped in her high heels and walked over.
With a smile that was not quite a smile, she gave Chu Luo a sideways glance.
"Tsk, at this late hour, I thought you had long since arrived at Ling's Villa. Now, you're practically a part of the Ling Family, yet you're still loafing around here?"
Facing Chu Yao's teasing, Chu Luo simply turned and gave her a faint look without saying a word, then turned his head back to gaze at the sky as it grew darker.
"Chu Luo, don't you like Ling Qing Ya?" Chu Yao felt a block in her heart as she watched Chu Luo like this, rolled her eyes, and lost the mood to tease him further.
In fact, Chu Yao knew the answer even without Chu Luo's admission.
It's just a kid, right?
Her mother adores it!
She couldn't care less!